This is where I was going to take a photo a day in 2012 but forgot to stop. I also write something random to give you an insight into the craziness that is Susan's mind.
Thursday, February 22, 2018
February 22. Day 53. Bad hair day
I know I have no right to but I feel kind of bad. I have convinced my neighbour Margaret that she needs a carer to take her to the weekly hairdresser's appointment. We have reached a compromise where I will cover the occasional visits - such as to a specialist - while the MyAgedCare-appointed carer will be the haircut man. Today Geoff was on duty and I felt guilty. The thing I only got the taxi to the hairdresser gig by accident. When Margaret was discharged from hospital last year after a fall, I sensed she wouldn't be steady enough to make the weekly pilgrimage alone. I offered to take her for a couple of weeks until she regained her strength. Weeks became months and clearly taking a cab was now out of her reach. So I got the job by default. I know finding a more suitable permanent arrangement does not make me a bad person but I still feel bad about it. Geoff did a sterling job and she arrived home to her birds happy and groomed. Job done.
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